Amara Aquilla ~ Magma

My name is Amara Aquilla, of Nova Roma. I go by Magma. [[ this is an independent roleplay blog for Amara Aquilla of Marvel's Earth-616. See rules and about for more details]]

[magmara]

Is this the end? | AoX

[technarchology-blog]

"You misunderstand. The beings within live, bright with glow, but the structure itself is…cold." He crouched and pressed his palms against the earth below. "This. What you do. There is glow here. Even if nothing grows."

Warlock wasn’t sure how to explain, especially without letting on that he knew of another world so different from this one. Nothing grew there. The ground had been stripped away for millennia, resources drained until nothing remained. They devoured their own world whole.

"It has meaning," he added more quietly.

[magmara]

She softened, surprisingly soothed by his words. "It would grow if the fighting stopped," she breathed out. Volcanic soil was among the most fertile and if they would just stop fighting for a full season, they could grow so much. 

It was why humans stayed in volcanic areas despite the risks. Vegetation grew best on that kind of soil. 

"Thank you," she said, reaching a hand to touch his shoulder. "Vita... Vita inveniet viam, aut faciet. Life finds away, or makes it. You'll see." 

[magmara]

Not another patron | open | x-college years au

[doctormadamemcsplode-archive]

"That actually sounds a lot like how Shatty used to act." She shrugged. "But hey, you learned and stuff. Good on you."

[magmara]

"I have spent most of the last decade outside of Nova Roma. It would be a shame if I didn't learn." 

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

"Yeah, probably not."

[magmara]

"I guess we're stuck." 

[firefisting-deactivated20181228]

"Honestly, not much."

[magmara]

"Things have been quiet, right?" 

[thebetrayedarchive-blog]

Quite possibly, my dear, quite possibly.

[magmara]

I don't think I need your input on my love life. 

[magmara]

In case you don't find what you want in my opens, let me know if I can write you a starter. 

[magmara]

[magmara]

"This thing you do? Stop it." 

[magmara]

[magmara]

"Not answering to that text. No. Not today, not ever." 

[magmara]

*finds kissy gifs of fc* *remembers that I have no ship on this blog* *cries*

[magmara]

"Who is ready for a night of junk food and movies?"

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

"Knowing most of them, they won’t realize that’s what’s going on. They’ll just think we’re suddenly interested in their love lives."

[magmara]

"You're right. It's not a good plan after all." 

[firefisting-deactivated20181228]

"Uh, thanks."

[magmara]

"You're welcome. So... can I ask what you're up to these days?" 

[magmara]

Not another patron | open | x-college years au

[doctormadamemcsplode-archive]

"Wait, seriously? Never woulda guessed that."

[magmara]

"I was what you would call, socially awkward." She laughed and shook her head. "Continuously misunderstanding people's intent and reacting the wrong way." 

[magmara]

Is this the end? | AoX

[technarchology-blog]

He sensed her discomfort, but distantly, like the echo of a far off song. All of his sensory arrays were dulled by an inner turmoil he couldn’t comprehend. Warlock could not read himself, and yet his host’s powers let him read Magma clearly. She wished for affection.

He didn’t know what that meant.

"Fortress X does not live." It was cold, empty of glow. It reminded Warlock of where he came from, though he remembered only slivers of that forbidding land. "Your workings are superior to that construction."

Warlock didn’t comment on her final declaration. He wasn’t of this world; he couldn’t determine what was best for it. But he chose not to mention that his own race could gobble the whole thing up in mere hours. Issues of unworthiness were…laughable.

[magmara]

"You think it doesn't live?" she asked, stepping forward and motioning to it almost aggressively. 

"How many of us are holed up in there? Do you think they have no life in them? No passion left? No... No glow?" she demanded, looking at the mutants going about with their post-battle business in the distance. 

She didn't want to comment on his remark that her workings were superior. She didn't feel superior. She felt weak, and incapable of truly soothing the Earth below her feet. She wished for the never-ending war to end, but it couldn't, not when humans outnumbered them so much. 

All they could do was stick to this patch of land. Like her people stuck to-- 

She stopped her train of thought, shaking her head. Thinking of Nova Roma only hurt. "There is life, even in cold, hard metal. Even if we're only surviving, there is still life. Otherwise fighting would be..." useless. A knee jerk reaction before extinction at best. She couldn't, wouldn't believe that was all it was. 

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

"Well yeah, if she wanted to talk about it she would. Whatever, I’m not gonna butt in. Maybe if I keep not butting in people will stop butting in on my love life."

[magmara]

"The good old, treat people like you want to be treated. I don't know if that works. Maybe I'll try to treat people like they treat me and see if they catch on how annoying they're being. Could be a fun experiment."